Book Jaime Lannister Novels & Stories

But a bowl of noodles. Where exactly does Jaime come from? He's rich but why does he live so simply? She glanced at him slightly and saw him take a book from his backpack. When she put the kettle on the stove to boil, she walked over and sat next to him to watch. He was scribbling notes, underlining lines that made them stand out on every page of his book. It reminded her of the days when she watched Hodja bent over her desk while she cleaned and cooked.

“And what of me? Am I just another chain he left for you to wear?” His gaze softened then, raw in a way she had never seen. “No. You’re the only thing that feels like freedom.” Her breath caught. For the first time, the Iron King looked breakable. But Bianca’s fire did not dim. She stepped close, so close she could feel the storm of his heart under his shirt. “Then prove it. Cut the chain. Show me you are not your father’s son.” Matteo’s silence was a knife between them. Then, without a word, he strode to the cabinet where a black leather ledger lay Cesare Romano’s final command book, the gospel of blood the family still bowed to.

Milicent and the bookkeeper bowed their heads. "Greetings, Lord Whitaker," they said. "You do not know who I am," the man said with a laugh. "Forgive me." He got off his horse and walked toward her, and he extended his hand with a warm smile. "I am Jaime Whitaker, Lord of the Northern Region," he said. He was young with sharp features and long blond hair that went past his shoulders. Lena hesitated, but she took his hand. Jaime lowered it and brushed his lips against her knuckles.

he said. As they left Joy’s apartment, a door opened at the end of the hall. Gavin, the prodigal Danvers brother, stepped out, looking like he’d been run over by a train. Jaime hadn’t met Gavin yet, but he’d recognize him anywhere. He had the Danvers look, and his eyes were the same as Grace’s. He wondered if he should introduce himself, given the circumstances, but Gavin beat him to the punch. “You must be Jaime,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Gavin Danvers.”

Hickman’s focus. Jaime had likely rushed over to report on work matters. Dressed in a high-end suit with a well-tailored trench coat draped over it, he stood nearly 1.8 meters tall. He had a clean, polished look, exuding an air of professionalism and competence. Honestly, even Anna had to admit that Jaime was quite easy on the eyes—but she wouldn’t dare say that in front of Kendrick.

"was his dad's?" I just stiffly nodded at them while throwing him a pointed look. Agad naman itong tumango-tango in understanding. "Baka naman nasa ibang libro ang hinahanap niyo, Cam." "But Ms. Javier couldnt find any book na tumutugma sa code na'yon, Liam but just this." I firmly insisted while raising the book. "MJ.B could be the initials of this book's author---" "And pg-206 could be page 206, kung saan mo pwedeng makikita ang bagay na'yon, del Fuero."

My only concern would be Silver who would be forced to come with me if I choose you to go. “Go, go, go.” Silver rolled his eyes. “Would you ever choose to stay?” “Okay, let's move out. We don't have all day.” Jaime finally spoke, turning to leave. “Let's?” I looked at Jaime surprised. “You are not planning on coming, right?” Jaime looked at me with his dark eyes. “Why not? I promised myself that I am going to kill Lana, do you think it was a joke?” “That's the spirit.” Leo clapped Jaime on the shoulder. “Fine,you guys should hurry up.”

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ JAIME'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 It's been a long day, and I am done reading her story. I wouldn't say I like the story because of how she wrote the following. Jaime — the CEO — hated himself for not securing his gal, Mirna. Mirna fell to Jaime's grasp and loved him. When she gave birth to sextuplets, Jaime didn't believe it, and he was so happy, six young boys, six alpha candidates, and heir to his throne. But an uncontrollable phenomenon happened: Mirna and her sons got kidnapped by the lord of the vampire, whose name was Vlad, which he will use to get revenge on Jaime for killing his wife.

And Jaime will never forgive us. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the desk. “Andres… there’s something—” But before she could finish, the door opened. Jaime stepped into the library then shut the door behind him. His presence heavy, his eyes sharp. He held a letter in his hand — Ponce’s formal demand. “I knew you’d come back,” Jaime said coldly, his gaze flicking between Andres and Ainara. “And I knew you’d bring trouble with you.”

---------- Baroque - it's a term meaning extravagant or complex. ---------- Everyone's world seem to stop. Lyanna looked over at JD with his pale complexion, he looked so close to death's door. Lyanna didn't know what to do or how to do it exactly but she stops flickering through the pages. Her eyes literally glistened with a blue light, she closed the book and let the blue flame take over her. Lyanna placed her hands to hold JD's. Holding it makes Lyanna's heart break. It was so fragile. So...vulnerable.